Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Federico Federici

willow twigs, slid down shrunk threads of wind, scratch, shift the whole earth- weight of sky onto frozen sheeted grass; the volunteers sweep residues of bark and berries among hisses of brakes, drip-drop oil from exhaust pipes, diesel engines mattering at red lights

as the traffic’s passing by nothing has to stay

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